Tri-Wizard Tournament year
Close to end of year
Viktor sighed as he held Hermione in gently his arms. He could feel her skin pressing softly against his own and could feel the rise and fall of Hermione's chest against his as they breathed together in sync.
All that could be heard now was silence. But it didn't bother Viktor. Hermione being together with him filled it up so it didn't matter.
"Viktor?" Hermione whispered after the long silence that had been lingering, since Viktor had sat on a chair in his room with Hermione sitting on his lap.
"Yes love?" he said, nuzzling his nose against her hair.
He heard a small gasp come out of her mouth and listened hard to try and feel what was wrong. He was starting to get worried because he didn't like it whenever Hermione was frustrated.
"You will be leaving in a week" she said quietly in the most pained voice he had ever heard her speak. "I don't want you to go"
His breathing stopped as Hermione's arms went around his neck into a tight ring. He could feel her head lay against his chest, as if trying to listen to his beating heart. He could hear a sigh come out of her mouth and he quickly wrapped his arms around her, to complete the embrace.
"I don't vant to leave you either" he said.
He looked at her as a thought came to him and smiled. "Maybe I can just hide somevhere here and not go back vith the others" he said. "That vay I can be vith you"
She laughed, but it was a sad one. "Don't be silly" she said when her laughing stopped. "You have to study. It's your job"
Viktor smiled, noticing that she had left out the word 'Quidditch'. They never talked about his job together except for when he went for a quick fly on his broom.
She would say stuff like. 'Don't do that wonkey faint' or 'Please don't go too high up'. She was always worrying about him but he didn't care. Unlike other people, she cared about him, not his figure of a Quidditch player.
"Okay" he whispered into her ear, as he gently stroked her bare lap.
He felt a shiver run through her body and immediately stopped. "Sorry"
She shook her head. "No, it's alright" she said. "You just send shivers down my spine and all. I like how your hands feel against my skin"
Viktor looked at Hermione's lips and gulped. He suddenly realized that though it had almost been a year and had also been a couple of months since he and Hermione had started to date, they had never kissed each other at all.
He started to wonder how it would feel like to kiss her, to touch her lips with his own and kiss her senseless.
He knew better though. His mother had taught him better than to think of a woman (or in his case young lady) in such a way.
She smiled at him and gazed into his dark eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked. "You look like you're hungry for something"
"Really?" he mumbled, stroking his hair that had grown a few inches.
He stared into her eyes then lips and gulped heavily as he tried to get rid of the fantasies he was having of Hermione. He really wanted to kiss her.
He noticed that the look in her eyes had changed. It was almost as if she had read his thoughts and knew exactly what he wanted. She blinked two times before staring at him with a blank expression before a curious look took over.
Suddenly he was making his move, leaning in closer and closer. Time stopped, his breathing stopped and so did his heart. He couldn't believe it. It was about to happen.
Just as their lips were about to meet, he heard the sound of running footsteps just outside of his door. He whipped his wand out and put security and locking charms just in time before somebody tried to open the door.
There was a knock.
"Krum?" a young man's voice called out. "Are you going to go eat dinner in the hall?"
"Go avay!" Viktor yelled furiously. "I am busy!"
Hermione muffled her laugh against his shoulder as he continued to speak.
"Get lost Dimitrov! I vill eat vhen I vant to!"
"Fine"
The footsteps got fainter as it left them.
"Viktor, that was so mean of you" Hermione said, shaking her head with a smile.
"He interruption us" he said. "May I kiss you?"
"Of course"